The Sacrificial Daughter by Peter Meredith

Author:Peter Meredith [Meredith, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Children's Books, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense, Suspense, Children's eBooks, Science Fiction; Fantasy & Scary Stories, Dystopian
ISBN: 9780983707271
Google: 1S6PlAEACAAJ
Amazon: B00CLVAIJ4
Barnesnoble: B00CLVAIJ4
Goodreads: 17878128
Publisher: Peter Meredith
Published: 2012-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 27

The limericks continued and only twice did Mrs. Jerryman come close to reprimanding students for going too far in their vulgarity. Both times she allowed the students to finish the limericks and it was only after everyone had settled down with their exaggerated laughing that she would slap a wrist with a velvet glove. On one of the occasions she actually gave helpful hints on how to make the limerick even nastier, just in a more subtle way.

Jesse refused to listen; instead she clung to the sad love poem...

There with waters grow hidden seed

Which all the while lay in its need

A rose, a tulip to be found

Deep in deserts arid ground

And crying, sings of sorrow, to be freed

She whispered the words to herself over and over again, uncaring whether or not she could be heard by the other students or the recording device in the phone.

The cell phone! She could do nothing about the other teens—they thought the worst of her already—yet she could do something about the cell phone.

She could destroy it and she already planned on doing just that. Her initial idea, which came to her the second she saw Felicity pointing the thing at her, was to grab the cell phone and grind it under the heel of her jungle boots. She had yet to come up with a secondary plan, nor did she really need one, since plan A seemed to cover everything she hoped to accomplish.

What about the ball? What about being good?

Right. Plan B then. There was no plan B, and Jesse didn't think she would be able to come up with one either. She had the exact opposite problem as Ky. He was completely ignored, while she was watched with hating eyes everywhere she went. This meant that there would be no stealing the phone on the sly. It would have to be a snatch and grab...which meant plan A...which meant no masquerade ball!

A soft growl escaped her at this.

Just then the bell rang cutting off Mrs. Jerryman's words. The girl in black had no clue what her teacher was saying nor did she care. Jesse was mortified at her treatment. Her rage and humiliation were twin fires in her heart and they made a roar in her ears that muffled all sound.

"Miss Clarke, I'm talking to you."

Ignoring this, just like she was ignoring the looks and laughter that came at her expense, Jesse headed for the door as quick as she could. At the bell, Felicity had been up and had been one of the first ones out of the classroom. Jesse didn't want to lose her in the crush of people that would be in the hall in the next minute.

"Miss Clarke!" A hand grabbed her bag and pulled.

Acting purely on instinct and emotion, Jesse spun. Her face was flush and red, filled with the misery of her shame and her eyes rimmed in wrath were a hard, ice blue. She might have looked like a maniac and her cocked fist certainly didn't help.

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